That’s why my heart is broken about the transracial adoption debate. It’s not just because some white kids could miss out on some godly black parents, or vice-versa. It’s because we’re, in part, to blame.

The family, after all, is constructed around another, deeper reality. It points to the church — that household of God in which Jesus is the firstborn among many brothers. I wonder what kind of witness we could have in this kind of racially polarized culture if our churches demonstrated the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace?